Warning: Foul Language, Spousal and child abuse, and death
Notes: This is an AU fiction piece. I don't believe that Vegeta would
ever lay a hand on Bulma, but this is AU so please no flames.
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"I'm Okay"
Once upon a time there was a girl
in her early years she had to learn
how to grow up living in a war that she called home
"Damn
you woman!! I told you to fix the damn gravity machine over an hour ago!"
Vegeta yelled at the working Bulma. She looked up in annoyance. "What does
it look like I'm doing dummy?!" she screamed back, staring at the irate
prince who was quickly losing his temper. "It looks like you're sitting
on your fat ass you cow!!" he countered, flexing his fists over and over.
A six year Bra sat next to the slightly opened door, her face buried in
her knees. She hated it when her parents fought.
Never knew just where to turn for shelter from the storm
hurt me to see the pain across my mothers' face
every time my fathers' fist would put her in her place
"Are you sure you wanna go there you tail-less freak?!!!!" Bulma screeched,
getting up suddenly to face her red faced husband. In a flash, so quick
no human eye could detect it, Vegeta's fist connected with her eye, sending
her sprawling across the spotless tile. An expression of pure shock and
pain were written plainly across her face as she clutched her damaged eye.
Bra's eye allowed a single, crystalized tear slowly roll down
her little cheek. She knew her father had gone too far. Without another
thought, she took off for the safety of her room.
Hearing all the yelling, I would cry up in my room
hoping it would be over soon
floor up, she continued to hear the cries of her mother, the pain and anguish so plainly heard in her heartfelt sobs. 'No more!!!' the child screamed in her head. Suddenly, there was a quick burst of steps coming towards her room and she cowered into her pillow, letting it get soaked with hot tears, as her door flew open and there stood her mother, a horrible, sick looking bruise blossoming over her left eye, swelling it shut. Without a word, Bulma grabbed her daughter and sped downstairs to the outside. "We're going over to Aunt Chichi's." were the only words spoken and a capsule car burst to life and they flew off into the distance.
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
I still remember how you kept me so afraid
strength is my mother for all the love she gave
Two weeks later, Bra sat in the kitchen of her home while her mother stood
at the stove, making some instant food for them. Bulma still had the remnants
of a bruise on her eye, but she insisted that she was fine. The sudden
slam of the back door scared them both, but they stayed in place. Daddy
was home.
Bulma straitened her back and pretended like she didn't hear him come in.
"Woman, what are you doing?" he asked, trying to act as if he didn't see
the bruise on Bulma's face. Keeping her eyes focused on the food, she pointed
to the pan. "Bra, go upstairs and play with your dolls or whatever the
hell you do in your room." her father commanded. Bulma looked at her and
nodded, signaling it was ok to leave her with him.
Every morning that I'd wake, I'd look back on yesterday
and I'm OK
She ended up taking a nap, but a small tugging of her mind alerted her
that something wasn't right. Sleepily, she rubbed her eyes, but they went
wide with alertness when a sudden crash echoed up to her. Without hesitation,
she swiftly ran to the stairs to see what was happening. "You want to make
me look bad is that it?!" screamed her father at Bulma, who was gripping
the counter top tightly. "You don't need my help to do that!!" she yelled
back, gathering courage. Bra noticed a broken plate at her mother's feet
and guessed her father had thrown it to scare her mother. The screaming
faded out and she saw her parent's faces, twisted and ugly from anger.
She sadly walked back up to her room, trying her hardest to block out the
voices of bitterness.
I often wonder why I've carried all this guilt
when it's you that help me put up all these walls I've built
The next morning, Bulma entered her daughters' room and gently awoke her. "Bra, it's time to go to school." she spoke softly, shaking her. "I don't wanna..." came the small protest. Bulma smiled and whipped off the comforter. "Sorry, but you need to go. Up and at 'em." Bra yawed and flexed her back, looking over to her mom, but horrified to see another bruise on her mother's face, but it was now on her cheek. Wordlessly, she stumbled into her bathroom to wash her face. Guilt wracked her for not stopping the fight her parents had, and preventing the ugly mark on her mother's face.
shadows stir at night through a crack in the door
the echo of a broken child screaming please no more
daddy don't you understand the damage that you have done
For you it just a memory, but for me it still lives on
Later that night, Bra sat alone in her room, the only light coming from
the crack under her door. Down the hall, shouts floated throughout the
house from her parent's bedroom. "I don't know why I ever allowed you into
my house!!!!!!!" screamed Bulma, stomping her foot and crying. "Yeah, well
I don't know why I actually lower myself to FUCK with a HUMAN!!!!!!!! And
not just any human, but a LOUD MOUTHED, BITCHY WHORE!!!!" her father came
back, tossing Bulma to the ground.
In her room, Bra shut her eyes closed and bit her lip to keep from screaming.
Her tiny fists balled up in hate and scrubbed the hot tears rolling down
her cherub cheek. "No More!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she cried, punching her pillow.
Heavy footsteps vibrated in the hall, leading to her room and Vegeta threw
open the door, red faced and violent looking. "What are you screaming for
brat?!" he yelled, startling the little girl. Never in her life had her
father ever yelled at her or called her a brat. Now, he had done both at
the same exact time. She tried to suck up her tears and shook her head.
"Nothing." she whispered, her throat tight with emotion. She could hear
her mother crying in her room and she turned to hear it. "There's nothing
wrong with your mother so just go to sleep!" he shouted, slamming the door
and blasting off through the hallway window to some unknown destination.
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
I still remember how you kept me so afraid
strength is my mother for all the love she gave
every morning that I'd pray, I'd look back on yesterday
And I'm OK
It was three months before he returned, three peaceful, happy months. Bulma's face had finally gone back to it's normal coloring and has happily playing tea with her daughter when the front door blew open and there stood the mighty prince of sayjins in all his glory. An icy chill captured the room and held it still in it's rapture as Vegeta walked wordlessly to the gravity room. Bra saw her mother let loose a breath she didn't even know she was holding and she gave a little smile to her. "Why don't you clean up here and go up to your room for a while?" her mother placed the cup of tea down and walked after her husband. Bra quickly left with tea set and threw them in her room in a rush to get downstairs to see the exchange between mother and father.
It's not so easy to forget
all the marks you left along her neck
when I was thrown against cold stairs
and every day afraid to come home in fear of what I might see next
"So he graces us with his presence. What are you doing back here Vegeta?"
Bulma asked, unconsciously gripping a counter top. Vegeta smirked while
sizing her up. "Woman, this is my house and I'll come here whenever I fucking
well feel like it." he challenged. A spark lit up in her eye as she prepared
to counter. "This isn't your house you ass and I want you gone now. Keep
away from me and Bra." she whispered harshly, staring him squar in the
eye. A look a fury passed over Vegeta's face as he came closer to her.
"Why should I? Bra is my daughter too. Unless you're trying to keep me
from finding out about something....or someone." he breathed her scent
in and spat it out like a foul odor. "So that's who it is huh? You think
that you can get away from me that easily huh? I can smell him all over
you, penetrating you with his stink. Like he could ever satisfy you the
way I can." He forced himself on her lips, a cold and hate-filled embrace
of death. Bulma struggled to get out from under him, but it was useless.
He was just so much stronger.... "Who are you talking about?! I haven't
been with anybody!" she cried out when he moved his lip to bite her neck.
He ripped himself from her in disgust. "Don't act fucking stupid! You know
who I'm talking about! I smell his filthy scent on you!" he yelled, grabbing
her neck roughly. "No! With who?! " she screamed. Vegeta chocked her, shook
her, and threw her against the wall. "That low class prick Kakkorott you
treacherous whore!!!!" he yelled, picking her up by her neck and shaking
her like a rag doll.
Silent until now, Bra screamed in horror and ran to kick her father in
in shin. She knew it would have no effect, but it would distract him from
her mommy. "Stop it Daddy! You'll kill her!" she cried, sobbing at his
feet. "Shut up brat!" he roared, kicking her into the stairs. "B-ra..."
Bulma cried weakly from her husbands' grasp. Bra lay deathly still as Bulma's
heart stopped.
Bruises fade father, but the pain remains the same
I still remember how you kept me so afraid
strength is my mother for all the love she gave
every morning that I'd wake, I'd look back on yesterday
And I'm OK
"Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for though art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me......" the priest went on as Bra stood next to her brother Trunks and their grandparents. Inside a beautiful white casket lay her mother, beautiful even in death because the mortician applied makeup to hide all the grotesque marks along her face and neck. The lowering of the casket brought her back to her senses. "We now consecrate our sister Bulma Briefs to the ground....." Loud sobs were heard all over, from Chichi, Videl, Pan, and Marron. Bra stood stoically still as the dirt began to be tossed over her mother. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust....." Trunks gently tugged Bra's hand to move her away from the scene. As she turned, a figure in the far off distance looked at her before taking off into the sun. Daddy.
I'm OK